"Or the cannybal missions—"
"No—sech—thing!"
"Oh!" said Mr. Brimberly, and his gaze wandered to the elbows. "Why, then, let me hinform you—"
"Ann Angelina Trapes is me name."
"Why then, ma'am, you've took the wrong turning. 'Owbeit an' notwithstanding, 'ooever you are and nevertheless, you will find the tradespeople's entra—"
"You're the gentleman as is so obligin' as to be Mr. Ravenslee's butler, ain't you?"
"Sich is my perfession," Mr. Brimberly admitted. "I am in sole charge of these premises and so being will ask you to withdraw 'ence immediate. I will ask—"
"An' I'll ask you, very p'inted, what you reckon you're doin' in that chair?"
"Doing?"
"I'll ask you, very p'inted, why you're loafin' around wastin' your master's time?"